After the full-level supernatural being recognized by the rich family

Zhang Zelin asked unwillingly: "When can you solve this problem?"

Zhong Yao pretended to be distressed and said, "Oh, this is hard to say. It's long, but it's not short either."

Zhang Zelin interrupted her speechlessly: "Boss, wait a moment. If you say it's long, it's long. If you say it's not short, it's still long. To put it bluntly, isn't it long? You are simply avoiding the task!"

"Director Zhang, please don't talk nonsense and destroy my reputation. I am the most motivated person. Otherwise, look at my peers and see if there is anyone who has done more tasks than me and has a higher score than me?"

Zhang Zelin was speechless.

Not really.

Her peers are still in school now. The old-fashioned principal has always adhered to the saying "students are the last hope of the dungeon". Before graduating from high school, students are rarely allowed to go out on missions.

Only the big brother, who is at the maximum level, is different.

Zhang Zelin took a step back, "Boss, now that this matter is resolved, can you take on the mission?"

Zhong Yao: "It's hard to say, let's talk about it later."

"You can't say that again! If you say that again, you'll play word games with me again next time!" Zhang Zelin was mad, "Boss, you can't bully an honest man like me!"

Zhong Yao: "What kind of words are you talking about? Although I may seem to be of low quality, but——"

Zhang Zelin blinked: "But?"

"But that's the fact." Zhong Yao threw in the towel, "Let me be frank. I just have no manners."

Zhang Zelin: “…”

"Boss~" Zhang Zelin cried shamelessly on the other end of the phone, "Please, boss, please have mercy on me."

Zhong Yao was annoyed by his noise, "I'll take it after the math competition is over next month, okay?"

Zhang Zelin stopped pretending to cry instantly, "Are you really going to answer it?"

"real."

"Okay." Zhang Zelin agreed readily, "That's it for now, boss, you go do your thing."

Zhong Yao: “…”

Anyway, she won't waste time on any task this month.

If her master returned home temporarily, she could finish other things halfway and then give up, but not the mission.

After the call ended, Zhong Yao looked at Song Yaoyun and asked, "Are you done talking?"

Song Yaoyun nodded and asked the question just now.

"Sister Zhong Yao, my cousins ​​asked me when I would have time to go back to the capital with them. I heard that my uncle is not in good health and wants to see me. But I don't know when the curse will be lifted, so I came to ask you."

Zhong Yao remembered.

Grandpa did tell her that night that the old man in the Zhang family had been in very bad shape in the past two years and had been worried about the whereabouts of his eldest brother.

Zhong Yao made the decision directly: "You can go now."

"Now?" Song Yaoyun was stunned. "But aren't we going to the police station?"

"Can't I just take you to the Imperial Capital Headquarters?"

"Too."

The headquarters must have more elite talents than the branch offices, so maybe they can solve her problem in one go.

Song Yaoyun's address was hidden by the deceased big shot in the circle. It took them a lot of effort to find this place, so they arrived so late.

Finally, the Zhang family bought a plane ticket for the afternoon and asked Song Yaoyun to pack some luggage.

Zhong Yao also took advantage of this time to go back to the crew to find Chu Ci, and enjoyed the delicious casserole that Brother Xu mentioned.

After listening to Zhong Yao's description, Chu Ci shook his head with deep emotion: "Screenwriter Song is also a miserable person."

Lao Xu: "No wonder no one in the industry dares to touch the screenwriter. Now everything makes sense."

Chu Ci thought about it from another perspective, "If I were screenwriter Song, a girl, at such a young age, with no family to rely on, even with a curse on her body, still has to struggle to survive in this world, with such great pressure, I would probably cry, right?"

Zhong Yao: “…”

Girls, curse, survival.

Why does it seem like he's talking about her?

Zhong Yao lowered his eyes and snorted, his expression somewhat indifferent: "What's the use of crying? Crying can't solve the problem."

Chu Ci rubbed Zhong Yao's head with a smile, "But sister, crying is not meant to solve problems."

Zhong Yao was startled.

"Crying is to relieve emotions. In a situation that is almost hopeless, being able to cry may be a good thing."

Zhong Yao stared at Chu Ci blankly, and the little puppets in the space fell silent.

Hei Yao looked at the expressions of his sisters and roughly guessed what happened.

After the mother was cursed in order to save Luo Yan, she knew crying would not solve her problem, so she was very strong and did not cry.

"Sister, why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhong Yao came back to his senses, chuckled and shook his head, then buried his head in the bowl: "Nothing, brother, you are quite good at talking."

"Really?" Chu Ci touched his chin proudly.

Old Xu: "Shen Yao, please stop praising him. Chu Ci is just being too arrogant. The more you praise him, the more he gets cocky."

Chu Ci glared at Old Xu angrily and pushed the casserole towards Zhong Yao.

"Eat quickly, we don't know when we'll meet next time."

Hei Yao turned his head and couldn't help laughing: "Almost."

Zhong Yao was stunned for a moment: "My node again?"

"Yeah." Obsidian replied.

"Okay." Zhong Yao shrugged. Anyway, Hei Yao would not tell her the specific content of the node, so it would be useless to ask.

In the afternoon, Old Xu sent her to the airport, where she met the Zhang family and Song Yaoyun.

Old Xu shook hands with Song Yaoyun and said, "Writer Song, I misunderstood you a lot in the past. I hope you don't mind."

Song Yaoyun shook his head gently, "I deliberately used my appearance to make everyone dislike me. You are right to dislike me."

Old Xu didn't expect that Song Yaoyun's personality was so elegant and indifferent. If the curse could be lifted, screenwriter Song would definitely be very popular.

"Writer Song, I'd like you to take good care of our God Yao on the way back."

"You're welcome."

Zhong Yao couldn't help but complain: "...You two are so official."

Song Yaoyun smiled sheepishly, while Old Xu handed Zhong Yao a large bag of local specialties that he had bought in advance, "God Yao, see you next time."

Zhong Yao and the Zhang family boarded the plane back to the capital.

Zhang's brother bought the ticket for her. It had been raining in various cities these past two days, and there were not many flights that could take off, so she saved some money. Zhong Yao was very happy and decided to help others to the end. She followed up on this matter of Song Yaoyun to the end.

"By the way, I've always wanted to say that your name is very nice."

Song Yaoyun was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled softly.

"I changed my name myself when I became an adult because I no longer wanted to be trapped by the love that was not being received."

Love?

Zhong Yao thought about it and felt that the only thing that could trap her was poverty.

But the name Song Yaoyun does suit her very well.

Empty and spiritual, void and wonderful.

Watch coldly and illuminate silently.

The tall snow covers the green pines, the distant clouds hide the white birds.